Ain't Nothing but a Bee Sting

Have you ever filled a rubber glove with liquid until it distended to a point where it kinda looked like a cow's udder?

Like this:

Okay, then. 

That's how my right hand looks now, only patchier and purpley-er. I've been stung by bees before, so I don't know why my body's over reacting this time. I started taking ibuprofen this morning after being assured by Big A that no one would think I was being a wuss about pain and that it would actually help with the inflammation.

And then, in the middle of conversation that encompassed my puffy hand and the corn puffs I was eating in bed, he called me "Puffy" instead of "Puppy." Oi.

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